I had such a great weekend! Spent some time with my brother, his wife, and his oldest in her chosen spot in the world. Lovely time to reconnect, laugh, and just be together.
I also gave my brother our dad’s watch - the one I most remember him wearing. It’s not fancy at all but something sentimental I knew my brother would appreciate. I had it cleaned & gave it to Matt as an early birthday gift. It was everything I hoped for - a moment for us to remember dad gently, without the searing pain that accompanies sudden loss.
Then we came home and stopped by the supermarket.
There was a whole display of pluots that are apparently in season and my dad was totally into hybrid fruits and vegetables. He grew some on his own and relished the experimentation process. I especially remember him talking about the science of pluots…a blend of plum and apricot. He loved that dumb fruit.
The memory did me in.
I just pushed the cart around the store as my husband and daughter placed their items inside. I don’t even really remember the rest of the shopping…or the ride home.
It’s funny how the smallest remembrances overwhelm you with grief. ANY loss is hard - but the sudden ones are a gut punch that leave you gasping for air. And sometimes those punches hit you at the grocery store and you can do nothing but try and keep breathing.
2 months and counting. I really miss you dad.
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